Desired

by Bianca Giovanni

  I snicker and kiss her knuckles. “So I take it the vibrator experiment was a success?”

  “Definitely!”

  “And the clamps?”

  “Good, but I got a little sore toward the end there,” she says.

  I appreciate that honesty. Every bit of information she gives me can and will be used to bring her pleasure…and she totally knows it.

  “So no on the clamps, but yes on the vibrator?”

  “Yeah. The vibrator was…wow!”

  I chuckle and lean in to kiss her forehead.

  “What else is in there?” she says, pointing to the bag.

  Aw yeah! She dug it. Clearly her first foray into this shit was a success, and now she’s down for more. I just want to help her see that I’m down for whatever dirty, kinky, crazy thing she wants. Vanilla or kinky, if it makes you come, Lo, I’ll do it for you.

  I rummage through the bag, trying to assess what might be a good next step. No anal stuff. No clamps. No metal cuffs. I’m guessing she’ll outlaw floggers and riding crops too.

  “How about these?” I ask her, taking out two long, silky strips of fabric.

  “Blindfolds?” she guesses correctly, and I nod. “What do they charge for these? What’s the difference between this and a scarf that you could get for really cheap at, like, Target or somewhere?”

  I shake my head. There’s the classic Lola logic again.

  “These are sold along with sex toys, so they mark ’em way up,” I reply.

  “The profit margins on this shit have got to be insane,” she says, completely cracking me up with her sudden business take on bondage. “You know half this shit is made in China for pennies, then they slap a sexy girl on the box and sell it for big bucks.”

  I laugh loudly. This is how I know she’s the perfect woman for me. Who else lets you make her come until she can’t stand up, then immediately starts questioning the economics of sex toys? Her take on this stuff is always amusing.

  She blushes at the way I’m totally losing it, and she holds up the black “scarf,” feeling the fabric.

  “So it could be kind of a multipurpose thing,” she observes. “You could tie someone up with it, blindfold them, all that stuff then?”

  “Yeah.” I nod. “It’s kind of Dom/sub, but the light version. These aren’t like ropes or cuffs. It’s more of a sensual thing, really.”

  She pauses and looks them over again. “We should try these,” she says in a sexy, breathy voice.

  “Seriously?” I can’t believe my ears. Full of surprises, my girl.

  “What’s it like, you know, being tied up and all that?” she asks timidly. “Like, what’s the appeal of being restrained and stuff?”

  “If it’s someone you know you can trust, someone who knows what they’re doing, it can be hot. A lot of the girls say it’s fun because you give up control and you’re free to just embrace it,” I explain. “I guess it’s a rush because you’re a little bit helpless—kind of vulnerable, you know? And you’re sort of forced to let go of everything.”

  “Yeah.” She nods her head. “I could see that.”

  “You’re such a psycho about control that it would probably take some getting used to for you,” I tease.

  “I’m not a psycho about control!” she says like she’s outraged before she blushes pink.

  “Hey, I’m not saying I don’t like it. That one day when I was watching the Broncos game and you came in, turned off the TV and rode me right there on the couch…totally hot. I like that you take charge. If you wanna fuck me, you fuck me.”

  “And I basically want to fuck you constantly.”

  What guy wouldn’t like hearing his girlfriend say that? I grab her face and kiss her because I just fuckin’ have to.

  “I’ve kinda always wanted to try this shit from the other side of things,” I quietly confess.

  “Being tied up?” She looks at me with surprise.

  “Yeah,” I admit. “I’ve always been the one doing the tying, but I’ve never been tied up or blindfolded or any of that.”

  “And you’d want that?” she asks, her eyes still wide.

  “A little bit, yeah.” I smile, feeling kind of shy all of a sudden.

  “If you tell me how to do it, I’ll tie you up and blindfold you…and I’ll rock your fucking world, too!” She grins, and I can see that naughty sparkle in her eyes.

  I laugh hard and give her a little kiss. “How about I try it on you first, you know, show you the ropes, so to speak, and then you do it to me?”

  “Okay!” She nods enthusiastically.

  I take the fabric and give it a little tug to test it out.

  “So how do we do this?” she asks, leading me into the bedroom. “Aren’t you supposed to tie me to the headboard or something?”

  “Normally, I’d say yes, but this headboard doesn’t have anything we can anchor to,” I say as I look up at the big, cushioned, red slab on the wall at the top of the bed.

  “What do we do then? How can you initiate me into the world of bondage if there’s nothing to bind me to?” she jokes.

  “I think for now I’m just gonna have to tie your wrists together, and you just pretend like you’re tied to the bed or something.”

  “Okay.” She nods. “And if I move, are you gonna spank me?”

  She’s joking; I know it. If I know anything about Lola, it’s that she definitely wouldn’t be down for a spanking, at least not the kind I used to give. Maybe a little smack on the butt every now and then, but if I slapped her ass like I used to do to the girls in my movies, she’d probably turn around and slap me right back…which could actually be kind of hot, now that I think about it.

  “No spanking, young lady,” I reply, erasing the erotic picture brewing in my head.

  “Are you going make me call you Sir?” she teases again.

  “I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll call me The Supreme Master of the Motherfuckin’ Universe,” I answer, flashing a cocky grin.

  “Yeah, I don’t doubt that.” She shrugs, but nods in agreement.

  “So I’m thinking I tie you up, tease you a little, and then I’m taking your sexy little ass to orgasm town!” I joke.

  She giggles, but a kind of shyness spreads over her face. “Do we need, like, a safe-word or something?”

  “Nah, baby. You tell me to stop and I’m stopping—and do not hesitate to tell me to stop if you’re not digging it.”

  “Okay.” Her smile is warm and sweet, and I can see the trust in her eyes.

  “This is supposed to be fun for both of us, okay? I want you to love it, so you have to promise me you’ll say something if you’re not into it.”

  “I promise.”

  “Good.”

  “How do we start? Do you tie me up and then blindfold me, or blindfold me and then tie me up?”

  “Well, first things first, I want to get you naked,” I reply, scanning her from head to toe. “I want you totally bare. Being exposed like that will make you feel more vulnerable—”

  “Oh, you want me vulnerable and helpless, huh?” She puts her hand on her hip. “A helpless little toy for the big strong man?”

  Yep, that’s pretty much the attitude I was expecting.

  “I don’t ever want you helpless, Lo,” I say, chuckling at her disdain for being dominated. “I just want you in the mindset where you can let go of control for a goddamn second, all right?”

  She’s trying not to smile, but she does, and soon she’s laughing.

  “The whole point is, you’re supposed to feel like I’m in control and you have to trust me with your body.”

  She looks in my eyes for a second. “I always trust you, James,” she softly replies.

  I love hearing her say that almost as much as I love hearing her tell me she loves me…or hearing her moan my name when she’s coming. Either way, they’re both pretty fuckin’ great.

  “I’m always going to take care of you, baby.” I cup her jaw and bring her in for a kiss.

/>   Her lips are soft, and I slide my tongue between them while I unzip her dress. My fingers caress her back as I slide it down until it pools at her feet. Her panties are still on the floor in the living room, so I unhook her bra and toss it aside, leaving her totally naked. Before I let myself look at her beautiful body, I pull her in and embrace her, running my palm from her little shoulder blades to the small of her back. She feels tiny in my arms, and sometimes I just want to hold her for hours so she’ll feel how much I cherish her.

  “I know I say this all the time, but you really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I say softly. “I’m pretty sure you’re the most beautiful woman who ever lived—and I mean beautiful both inside and out.”

  She bashfully presses her forehead into my chest. “You make me feel beautiful,” she shyly mumbles. “Your love is what makes me feel beautiful.”

  I rest my chin on top of her head. “Christ, I love you so fuckin’ much!” I sigh.

  I hear that cute, flattered giggle, and then she gets on her tiptoes and kisses me, brushing her fingers down the back of my neck. You know how dogs will thump their foot if you scratch their necks a certain way? This is kind of like that, except it makes my eyes roll back and my dick stand at attention.

  “Okay,” she says, pulling back from the kiss. “I’m ready.”

  She offers me her wrists, and I kiss each one before I take the fabric and wrap it around them. I keep the knot loose so she can slip out if she wants to, but I loop it around a few times so it looks more dramatic.

  “All good so far?” I ask her.

  “Yep.”

  “Okay, now for the blindfold,” I say, taking the other piece of fabric and turning her around. I gently place it over her eyes and tie it in the back, careful not to catch her hair in the knot.

  Lola is naked, bound, and blindfolded—and judging by the way her nipples are like little pebbles, I’d say she’s also totally turned on.

  She’s quiet, but her chest heaves up and down a little more when she breathes. I think she’s gotten into the vibe, and she’s going with it.

  “You’re going to lie down on the bed with your hands above your head,” I softly instruct her, making sure it doesn’t sound like a strong command. This is not the time to go Dom on her. “Then I want you to relax, take a deep breath, and open your legs.”

  I hear her gulp, but she nods her head.

  I lead her to the bed, and she gets into position. This is almost too hot to handle. I stand at the foot of the bed and totally perv out imagining all the things I’d like to do to her. I want to touch her. I want to taste her. I want to hear her moans, and watch her body shaking, and smell her arousal—fuck, I want to invent new senses just so I can have more ways to take her in.

  “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” I tell her. “My beautiful girl—the most beautiful girl.”

  I watch her stomach as she takes another deep breath. She’s just a little tense with shyness, since I’m guessing she knows my eyes are laser locked between her legs, but she’s slowly relaxing and getting used to it.

  I crawl onto the bed and up her body. It’s like there’s a static electricity between us, and I notice her skin breaking out into goose bumps when I hover over her. Just my breath on her neck makes her squirm with arousal. Way hot.

  I kiss the side of her neck and down her throat, pausing to dip my tongue into the valley between her collarbones. A tiny moan escapes her lips as I keep going, my lips moving down the middle of her chest.

  “Ah,” she exhales when I lightly flick her nipple with my tongue.

  I drift little kisses across her right breast before moving on to the left. Each touch of my lips makes her sigh or moan a little bit. When I kiss the top of her stomach between her ribs, she wiggles on the bed.

  “James…more,” she whimpers.

  “More?” I’m glad she can’t see how psyched I am right now.

  “Yeah. I need more.”

  “You’ll get more, baby.” I know she wants my mouth on her nipples again—Lola fuckin’ loves that—but I’m worried that it’ll make her come too fast. I want to drag it out, really build her up first.

  She makes a breathy whine as I kiss a circle around her bellybutton and shift her legs open even more. Once they’re spread enough to accommodate my shoulders, I start kissing the insides of her thighs. I can see her chest heaving, and she bites her bottom lip while she tries not to wiggle around too much.

  “Oh!” she whimpers unexpectedly when I lightly nibble the back of her knee.

  Super sensitive now, aren’t we, Lo?

  “Mm, nice, isn’t it?” I ask her before I run my tongue up and down her thigh.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “The blindfold really amps up the sensations, huh?”

  “Oh, yeah!”

  I kiss the crease between her thigh and her pussy, and she moans a little louder. She starts panting when I flick my tongue there, and her hips move around to try to line me up with her sweet spot.

  “You gotta be patient,” I say, gently pinning her hips to the bed. “The teasing is all part of it.”

  “It’s killing me!” she replies dramatically. “I’m so turned on right now that I feel like I could set the room on fire!”

  I get a kick out of that, and I’m smiling as I kiss the inside of her thigh again. “Just wait for it. It’ll pay off, I swear.”

  “Fine.” She pouts, and I try not to snicker.

  “Greedy girl,” I playfully reprimand her. “This is exactly why you could never be a sub, Lola, because you have to get what you want all the goddamn time.”

  “Fuck yeah!” she declares, laughing.

  I use my left hand to brush my fingertips up and down her stomach, across her boobs, down her hips and over the insides and outsides of her thighs. She’s already so switched on that I know this’ll drive her wild.

  Her lips look all full and soft as they part when she starts breathing harder.

  “You see, Lo,” I explain in a slightly cocky tone, “the whole point of this is to get you where you’re so fuckin’ ready that even the littlest touch could make you come, but to only let you come when I decide you’re ready. The blindfold helps because it takes away one of your senses and makes you concentrate on how this feels. Being tied up helps because it makes you feel like you can’t get what you want right away, and it shows you that it’s my decision.”

  “That’s all good, but decide soon!” she says in a frustrated little moan.

  “It’s just as torturous for me as it is for you,” I tell her.

  “I highly doubt that.” She laughs, no doubt rolling her eyes under the blindfold.

  “It totally is. Believe me, cupcake, nothing in this whole world puts a fuckin’ smile on my face like making you come. I want to do it just as bad as you want me to do it.”

  “Well, nothing’s stopping you, stud.” She opens her knees wider and runs her foot up and down my shoulder.

  “No patience, I swear to God.” I laugh to myself. “You just have to have everything your way.”

  She grins and nods her head, totally admitting to it. Some people would say she’s topping from the bottom, that I’m supposed to be in charge and I should be training her to do what I want. In reality, I couldn’t care less if she follows rules or does what I tell her. There’s no “topping” in our relationship; it’s just two people mutually enjoying each other. Top? Bottom? Who cares as long as we both get off?

  “Tell me what you want,” I say, pressing my lips to the back of her knee again. “You can have anything you want if you describe it to me. In detail.”

  The pink returns to her cheeks. She gets shy when it comes to dirty talk, so that’s one area we can explore right now.

  “What do you want me to do to you right now?” I ask, grinning to myself as I move up her thigh.

  “I want…your mouth,” she timidly admits.

  “Is that so?”

  “Yes.” Her breathing is more rapid and her hips in
voluntarily rock a couple times.

  “Where do you want my mouth?” I ask, continuing to tease her.

  “There,” she says, shifting again. “Please, James…more!”

  “Please? I love how that sounded,” I say with amusement. “I’m happy to put my mouth on you, Lola, but you have to tell me where and what you want me to do with it.”

  She takes a deep breath and I can see her working up the courage to say it. It’s hilarious how a girl with a dirty mouth like hers can suddenly go all demure when faced with making a sexy request.

  “I need…I want you to…lick…”

  “Where?”

  She pauses, so I run my finger over her clit for just a split second. It makes her gasp, but then she whines loudly when I take it away.

  “Where do you want me to lick you, Lola?”

  She grunts with frustration. “I want you to keep in mind that I’m going to be tying you up and doing this to you next,” she says, laughing. “Payback is a bitch, my friend.”

  “Hey, I have no problem telling you what I like,” I say, resting my cheek on her thigh. “I tell you how I love your mouth on my cock, I love how wet and tight your pussy feels, I love how you scratch your fingers down my back when you come really hard—all that stuff. You’re the one who’s wussing out about it.”

  She giggles, but she knows I’m right. “Fine,” she sighs. “James, I want you to lick my pussy.”

  “Very good!” I say, playfully applauding her, which makes her giggle even more. “Ask and you shall receive, cupcake.”

  Her head flops back on the pillow when my tongue makes contact with her, and she immediately starts panting. Her hips rock up and down, and her elbows come up at the sides of her head as she grabs the pillow.

  “Fuck! That’s what I’m talking about!” she exclaims, getting right back into it. “Oh, yes…oh, don’t stop.”

  “How bad do you wanna come right now?” I ask, teasing her with my finger. “From the way your hips are rocking, I think you want it pretty bad.”

  “No shit!” she whines.

  “Ask me to do it,” I say, glad she can’t see my amused smile. I’m wondering how much of this shit I can get away with tonight.